Aista aista us ne mere doodhon (choochiyon) ko malna shooru kar diya aur ek deep kiss di aur saath hi us ne meri shalwar aur qameez utarni shooru kar ...i. Kuchh der ke baad main chit us ke samne nangee khari thi aur wo mere jism ke ek ek hisse ko choomta jata aur bare ghaur se mooaina karta jata. Us ko haqeeqat mein main bohut passand ai.wo mere jism ki sharab ko bare maze le le kar peene laga.khabi mere doodhon(choochiyon) ko choosta khabi mere gaand aur tagoon par bare maze le le ar haath. So, I knew I was not the only one. There was always something very mysterious about an older woman. Perhaps it was because at that time I had yet to experience one. I think though, it went well beyond that. Helene Cohen represented a world a young man like myself could only dream of. From the Mercedes 450SE she drove to the designer handbags, she represented a world of wealth, luxury and intrigue that was so foreign to me at the time. She had no doubt experienced so much more than this young. I was also going to be a mid-term graduate from high school which meant I was done and was to leave for basic training after my first semester of my senior year of high school. January of 1991 came and I was almost finished with high school and ready to leave for training. The night before I left Jenny told me she had a surprise for me. She told me to be at her house by a certain time. I arrived and was expecting to have hot sex with Jenny. I found, instead was Jeanette. She let me in, took me. Damn. The outfit had my breast and crotch exposed. The shirt had ruffles under it. I put the fishnet stockings and a pair of black stilettos. Mark stood in the doorway. “God damn you look good. Come suck my dick.” He said and sat on the bed. I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants again. I pulled his pants down a little and pulled his boxers down to expose his balls. He leaned back and watched. I stroked his shaft and licked the tip of his dick. I tasted the pre-cum that was so sweet. I.